FFS
IT'S NOT SO much the initial falling asleep that's the problem, it's the staying asleep. Every hour or so, AWAKE.
Who does a woman have to fuck to get some Ambien or Lunesta or SOMETHING around here?
No, benadryl doesn't work -- and there's no Tylenol PM or anything like it to be found, no regular sleeping pills. Nor does that crap Chinese herbal nonsense the Gigglers have been pushing on me.
Yes, I stop drinking anything caffeinated after 6pm.
My pharmacist in Cholon used to give out Valium, but he's on holiday. Panadol with codeine is only good for two hours of sleep. And I don't suppose I need to mention how easily I could become a codeine/Valium addict? I'd eat that shit like candy if I could, damn.
Pook didn't help either. He got a case of the zips at about 3.17, and ran around the bed, furiously tucking the sheet in up and down my sides and then tried to crawl in under the fitted sheet, all while howling like the undead I think I'm becoming.
Then, to add insult to injury, one of my nice neighbors (not the crap ones at the turning, but Mai's daddy) decided that this morning was the PERFECT morning to start an "If I Had a Hammer" project, right under my goddamned window. I don't know WHAT he's doing, but he's been at it since 6.30am and I had woken up at like 5.47am, I had just fallen back to sleep for a bit... jesus wept.
Who does a woman have to fuck to get some Ambien or Lunesta or SOMETHING around here?
No, benadryl doesn't work -- and there's no Tylenol PM or anything like it to be found, no regular sleeping pills. Nor does that crap Chinese herbal nonsense the Gigglers have been pushing on me.
Yes, I stop drinking anything caffeinated after 6pm.
My pharmacist in Cholon used to give out Valium, but he's on holiday. Panadol with codeine is only good for two hours of sleep. And I don't suppose I need to mention how easily I could become a codeine/Valium addict? I'd eat that shit like candy if I could, damn.
Pook didn't help either. He got a case of the zips at about 3.17, and ran around the bed, furiously tucking the sheet in up and down my sides and then tried to crawl in under the fitted sheet, all while howling like the undead I think I'm becoming.
Then, to add insult to injury, one of my nice neighbors (not the crap ones at the turning, but Mai's daddy) decided that this morning was the PERFECT morning to start an "If I Had a Hammer" project, right under my goddamned window. I don't know WHAT he's doing, but he's been at it since 6.30am and I had woken up at like 5.47am, I had just fallen back to sleep for a bit... jesus wept.